EP

by Nohari

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released March 19, 2011

Mike Haner - Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Album Art
Bradley Cook - Vocals, Drums, Production

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Nohari Pasadena, Maryland

Nohari is 3 dudes playing a bleak and crushing brand of grindcore. Mike is from Providence, Brad is from Pasadena, and Will is from Atlanta… The stuff is recorded through track swapping via the internet. The first ep/demo ‘FUCK YOUR SCENE’ was released in 2011 and was featured on grindcore karaoke. Our first release is slated for December on Give Praise Records. ... more

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Track Name: Swallowed (W)hole
Turned to dust,
ash.
No flesh
left
behind...
Only
the caps on
our
teeth, the
diamonds
we worship.
Remnants of
our
kind.

History was erased
before our very eyes...
You never saw it coming,
with your eyes
opened wide.

Death by a thousand papercuts...
Turned to dust.
Death by a thousand papercuts.
Track Name: Backwards Lobotomy
All mixed up,
and sealed for re-entry.
Take me in the morning,
but don’t ever, ever stop
The sun
decays
Shrivels up
my skin.

I need to control
but, I need to control

It’ll be worth it in the end, I swear.
It
hurts
to
breathe.
Colors drip down into a puddle
as the ceiling cave down upon me.

It’s always darker as the ground grows closer.
I need to, I need to fucking control…
I need to, I need to fucking control…
I need to, I need to fucking control…
Catalyst.
Track Name: Inheritance
grind my teeth to
dust to powder
your profile
skin and hair
grind my teeth to
dust to powder
your profile
skin and...

stripped away from the cover of your own shattered ego
stripped away to cover you becoming another
I wonder how it feels
I wander all alone
I wonder how it feels
to live inside your chasm of lies

Crush your bones
Inheritance
Insufflate the remnants
To gain wisdom, drink your blood

inherit
your
weakness
and
blindness

Inheritance, Inheritance, Inheritance, Inheri-fucking tance.

Inheritance, Inheritance, Inheritance, Inheri-fucking tance.

Place my corpse upon the altar
read my lips now.
"No one is listening"
Track Name: Choking on Vomit
I swing between nihilism and existence
like the freshly deceased
in a noose hung from the beams
of a decrepit tabernacle.

Anonymous is my name,
Anonymous is my name,
Anonymous is my name.

My eyes flood with life and death simultaneously.

Seemingly out of nowhere black matter arranges
an invisible landscape
of beautiful decadence,
out of reach and all around...
(breathing) us.

Speak to your god head, ape lord,
in tongues long forgotten;
found only within the depths of our inner iris core.

Between tomorrow and yesterday,
purgatory, purgatory;
between now and eternity,
heaven.

Lead you all to slaughter as I ghost your destiny.
destiny.
destiny.

Life is hell even when your bellies full
while the truth is requited to keep us from vomiting.